The Rockstar and the Quaterback

Things have always been this way, my older brother Raymond makes a mess and good old Savannah is expected to swoop in and clean it up. Ever since we were born, it has practically been written in stone, my twin brother would always be my problem. He would be the trouble maker he was born to be and I would have to be the good sibling who would have to suffer the consequences alongside him. Whether I liked it or not. Having Raymond as a twin brother was basically like being born with an irresponsible forever man child I never even asked for. Take tonight for instance. I'm supposed to be in my PJs, going through flash cards for my Zoology midterm on Monday with my bestfriend. But instead, I'm cruising down the streets heading over to campus because my stupid brother and his even stupider best friend went to a frat party of their own accord and got too drunk to drive back home on their own. So guess who has to pick them up? Ding, ding, ding, Savannah is the lucky winner. "Uh

Both Nolan and I tensed up and turned to see Raymond looking at us in confusion. "Nothing." Nolan and I shouted out simultaneously. We shot each other quick glares before looking back at Raymond, faking smiles. He simply shook his head. "Weirdos." He spoke trudging up to the living room and collapsing on the couch. "What's for breakfast? Arg, my head is pounding. Could someone turn off the lights?" I gave my brother a deadpan look. "That's the sun, genius." He squinted and simply threw a pillow onto his head. All Raymond wore was a bath robe over his boxer shots. His blonde hair looked like a birds nest and by the dark circles around his eyes, I could tell none of his professors would be seeing him in class today. "Hey everyone." I saw Rose show up bounding down the stairs looking to be in a more cheery mood than all of us combined. She already had her backpack on ready for the day. Raymond dropped the pillow and to my surprise offered a wide grin at Rose. "Hey R